Chapter 1: Attack of the Catgirl. Erin could not have foreseen how her day would end nor how her life would change so drastically. It was Friday night and she was letting her hair down, metaphorically at the Club. The Yard was a New York fetish club catering mostly to the S&M and Goth crowds, though they did occasionally have a swingers night about once a m...
Today's assignment from my Master was to conduct seven 99% near-cums between the hours of 12:00 pm to 7:00 pm on a dreary snow-falling Saturday. Sir also told his slave to keep thinking about the subject from the prior night, which was a possible bondage predicament scenario. The following is the journal submitted to my Master: Saturday, February 16, 2013...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's all the Ex's fault It was intentionally written without names. LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 years of age or older. Copyright (c) 2014 by Acup I woke the next...
A girl, incontinent. The woman heard the door creak on its hinges. Pivoting on her heels, she turned to see who entered, her heart racing in sudden anticipation. It was the girl -- naked, oiled. Her hand clutched a black riding crop against her breastbone. The bleak february light sparkled off the jewel dangling from her tit. The girl took only two...
(A story by Bros. Grimm, slightly altered by Gatorman) I know . . . You've already heard the story of Little Red Riding-hood, when you were a little boy or girl yourself. Only remember: THAT story was translated to English from the German story compiled by the Brothers Grimm, along with a LOT of other similar German "Fairy Tales." When they compiled t...
This is the second part of my story about Rose the cowgirl. Obviously I would prefer that you read the first part before you read this part. * Life continued on the milk plant and the days seemed to go by in a blur. Rose kept having new babies and her milk production was always increasing as well as her breast size. She received more attention by the male...
Sir rang the doorbell and stepped back beside her on the stoop. She nervously leaned forwards, up onto her toes, then rocked back. With a knowing sideways smirk, he signalled her to be still as she waited. Under her windbreaker and twinset cardigan, her skin rose in goosebumps against the chill of the early evening - or was it the task that waited for her in...
Sammy had heard about the gallery from a friend of a friend, who had heard from someone else, and so on. In the end, she googled the name, and went to visit that Saturday. It was a small place in what looked like it was once a warehouse. Unfortunately, when she got there, the lights were off and the door was locked. As she was getting back into her car she h...
It didn't seem to matter how many times I'd seen her like this; my heart pounded and my breath caught at the sight. My cock had already been straining to be free simply from thinking of her before she even came into the room. Her outfit changed often, her lovers even more, but she was always beautiful, majestic even. I could never reconcile how much I wanted...
William was tired of it all. He felt trapped going from table to table and talking to boring, uptight people who only wanted to speak with him since he was a prince. Pretty rich girls dressed in beautiful designer dresses gathered around him giggling and batting their eyelashes trying to catch his attention. It wasn't unusual for him to be around classy rich...